children's birthday party

Today is Godzilla’s Family Birthday gathering. An essential part of our social life and accumulation of more crap for our children that we don’t need. This year, however, due to the repeated requests re electic guitar, complete with all the whosiwhatsits it needs, we arranged for financial contribution to this gift. Thus, he got what…

Godzilla’s birthday is coming up this weekend. Bad timing, really, what with Mums’ Night Out! being scheduled for when it is and Easter and school holidays and Mother’s Day and all kinds of things like that. He really could have timed it better, but what can you do? Being Godzilla, he has his set ways…

Up relatively early, mostly because Godzilla was up and singing again. Cheerily. Urk. Oh, and to go shoppping for all the bits we haven’t got for the party this afternoon, like, oh just potatoes for potato salad and lettuce and tomato and various things that aren’t stale bread crusts to feed our guests. Drag Godzilla…

Birthday party celebration number two day and the festivities commence. They kick off with requests for pancakes, followed by explanations of inability to make said pancakes, then with mild tantrum-like requests and demands for pancakes, followed by seemingly reasonable explanation about non-forthcoming pancakes, the subsequent “but I want pancakes” and finally “you’re not having bloody pancakes this…

The walk to school was long and painful on the brain. Not due to lack of birthday present, just Godzilla felt the need to tell me, during the entire 25 minute uphill walk, in his own little way, exactly what sort of cake he wanted for his birthday. “It has to be a shroom cake.”…